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Sep 2018
In time you'll find a lover to fill the emptiness in your bed.

And I too will find another to squeeze this pain from my head.

Goodbye felt like a eulogy and we where the dead.

You telling me you still love me, where the sadist words ever said.
HandMeDownGenes
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HandMeDownGenes  37/F/mandeville LA
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